My Stand-in Groom Is A Secret Tycoon Novels & Stories

“Yo, Colton. That’s just pop, right?” I recognized the man as being a groomsman. There’d been two—the wedding pamphlet had named them Noel Gamble and Oren Tenning. Since this guy looked Brandt-ish, I figured he was Noel, which would make him Colton’s big brother. Lifting his cup as if in cheers, Colton answered, “Of course.” I glanced at him, frowning slightly and trying to remember what he’d ordered for himself. Had it only been cola? I wasn’t sure.

I surrender! I can’t stop myself from laughing again. What are you thinking Carlos? Should I send him to a psychiatrist? Honestly. He never pranks me! It is really funny. Not the type of brother I used to know. Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, who’s my groom? HAHAHA. No other than JOEFF LEE CHAN! Yeah, you read it right. He’s the CEO of a well-known entertainment industry and Stuff Manufacturer. My brother playing me silly things. Did he eat something bad last night?

I doubted he was even a priest—the minute he got to where we stood, I could smell the strong gin emanating from him. Disgusting. We said a few words to each other and acted like this was a real wedding. I should have had a real wedding, but I'm not the one getting married. The worst part? Their wedding is tomorrow. To Easton, this is just an agreement to get what he wants, but the obvious truth is that I don't know what I'm doing. I have no fucking clue. This was just a lie that turned into something big I couldn't just get rid of.And what's worse? Everyone was talking about the wedding of the year. Rich billionaire tycoon settling down after a few years. I felt like a complete fool.

he finished it while looking in her eyes, dominating her and intimidating her" Our wedding is supposed to be a secret. " Enjoy reading it :) Love to all <3

I have no idea, let's go ", he said he I walked in majestically into the hall. From the classy songs that welcomed me, to the royal guards at the door, to the Interior decoration, to every, everything was screaming class and Royalty. This is exactly what I wanted, no mistake, he got every detail correct, he didn't miss a thing. He was standing there, in his Black Tux, with the brightest smile on his face. I smiled back, proudly. How far have we come to get here? A couple years back we were fighting keeping our relationship a secret and now this is the biggest gay wedding of the year. I reached the alter and stared at him. "Hey handsome", I said with a proud smirk.

"Sir, please present your invitation." The staff member's words were like a fine needle, pricking Ryan's frayed nerves. Standing at the entrance of the ballroom, his arrogance as a top-tier financial elite kept him from even glancing down. He merely dropped a cold sentence: "I am the groom." A crack appeared in the staff member's professional smile. She glanced at Ryan's suit, then down at the guest list. Her tone became exceptionally subtle: "I am sorry, sir. Today's groom, Mr Ethan, is already preparing in the lounge. May I ask who you are?"

"There you are..." She blinked her eyes and saw herself standing beside Maximo, who had the garter now. While the groomsman immediately came forward behind him and was ready to get the garter, Tyeron was determined to get it; he even ran toward the director where the garter was going, just to get it. “Crazy, hahahaha!” she commented while laughing. Others laughed as well at what Tyeron did. While Lhalhaine was half-paralyzed.

Meanwhile, the groom wore a white tuxedo that cost several million dollars and was looking noble. The bride was beaming but the groom seemed depressed. Sebastian’s exhaustion couldn’t be camouflaged despite having makeup on. Stanley Batton, Xyla Quest, Gary Lakes, Josh Batton, Annabeth Cates, Henry Armstrong, and Georgie Clementine were all in attendance.

“Wait, how do you know all this?” “I received a letter yesterday.” He confessed, taking out a piece of paper and handing it to me. “The person offered a million dollars and a partnership with our company only if you agree to be a stand-in bride for the tycoon.” “So, I was technically chosen by this anonymous person?” I asked and he nodded. “You don't even know who it is. Why should you believe him?” “He's not exactly anonymous, Aria. He's the personal secretary to Romanov. His head would be on a plate if Romanov found out that his bride was missing.” He explained, and I sighed, slumping into the chair as all this information made my head spin.

He came to attend a wedding of such a lowly son? Just then he stopped in front of Selene. "I'm sorry my bride, traffic held me on the road, can we begin?" He muttered, his voice sharp but polite. Selene had her mouth wide open, her heart thumping faster, and her forehead began dripping sweat even though there was AC. How did her one-night stand become her groom? As if the ground should open and swallow her, Selene felt shame instantly. Just then, he grabbed her hand as the pastor set to begin.